Here’s to you, 2015

When things don’t go according to your big, master plan, you make a new plan and move on.

When your friends are hurting, you want to make them laugh so they forget they are hurting.

Here are just a few things I am looking forward to this year (in mostly chronological order) so we can all be zen and happy. And, maybe distract ourselves from the present, even just for a bit.

Because, the future is darn bright and full of lots of rave green!

We will have:

The start of Sounders season!

The start of Mariners season!

Eugene Marathon – where I will run fast!

Taylor Swift in concert IN SEATTLE!


Women’s World Cup in Vancouver!

A trail relay!


OK, I’m done exclaiming. I’m calm. I can patiently wait for all these fun things to occur.

Here’s to you, 2015.


Happy anniversary-birthday-good-news-race-day!

[Kristin’s blog, 06-08-14, 12:00 a.m.]

It’s midnight and that means it’s my blog’s anniversary!

It also means it’s my birthday!

And in addition to all of that: I’ll be racing a 5K in eight hours! (Or, er, maybe I’ll just be running/jogging it since I did do a 6-mile roundtrip hike up a mountain several hours ago).

Oyster Dome, overlooking the San Juan Islands


I’m also just really happy because on top of all of that my greatest friend in the world just shared very happy news with me!

Happy anniversary-birthday-good-news-race day to meeeeeeee!

And, good night!

You’re happy, I’m happy

“I just want you to be happy.”

We’ve heard it many times, usually in some chick flick that has the same story line as that other chick flick.

But, you know what? It’s a real concept. The fact that “your person/people” are happy, makes you happy.

I have a friend who has devoted so much time and energy to becoming a doctor. The crazy thing is that she’s not (currently) in medical school. She’ll start this coming fall. This past summer/fall was her third time applying to med schools. The past two years led to interviews but no acceptances.

Some people would have given up after that first rejection.

Many people would have given up after the second one.

But, not her.

She knew what she wanted. She “fixed” the areas of her application that needed to be stronger. She added more experience to her resume. She never gave up.

When I got a text from her today with the news that she had officially been accepted, my eyes became watery. I was so full of happiness that she had achieved this goal that I was crying.

And I wasn’t alone because another friend — it was a group text — exclaimed that she had just shed a tear.

I’ve always known my close friends to be kind, fun(ny), smart and giving. But, they are also fighters. And, fighters deserve their happiness.

When my friends are happy, I’m happy. And I can’t stop smiling while typing this.

Congrats, friend. You’ve worked so hard to earn this and I couldn’t be more proud.

Ain’t no reason why

I blasted the radio as “Pretty Girl Rock” played on my drive home from work. I confess. I am guilty of kind of liking crappy pop, rap and/or hip-hop.

Today, work ended with a public meeting on incorporating the local urban growth area into a city. It was 8:30 p.m. I had a long day. I woke up at 7 a.m. to run in the fog with cars being able to barely see me (and I them, when they didn’t have their head lights turned on.) Then I had an eye doctor appointment. Oh, and then there was work. I had two other assignments I worked out in the field on (besides the evening meeting) and that doesn’t include the time I spent in the office making phone calls. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying.

After this very busy day, I arrived home feeling very happy. I cannot pinpoint the one thing that is making me feel this way though. It’s weird because most times people become very happy when something good happens to them. For me, it is realizing that nothing bad happened today. Nothing bad has really happened in a while. My brother has a saying that is something along the lines of: You don’t have to have a reason to be happy. Just one to be sad.

It startles me that I feel content and happy right now because all this time I thought I hated my job. Several months ago I was in a dark, dark place. More on that in another blog post.

I really like my life. I may not like it every minute of every day. But, I am pretty darn happy, and I don’t have a reason why. And that’s the best reason to be happy.

You’re selfish!

I was taught in a communication class that all people are selfish. At first I didn’t believe it. There are those do-gooders who are always volunteering their time or just, well, you know, doing good for the world. So, how can all people really be selfish? But, we are. Take a look at the first sentence of this post — it begins with “I.”

Individuals want to help others or do good deeds because it makes themselves feel good. So really, even though you may be contributing positively to others, you are also getting something out of it: that warm fuzzy feeling that makes you feel great.

I am guilty of doing that. Most often than not, I put others before myself. Even if it inconveniences me, I want others to be happy. Having others be happy, makes me happy. This also applies to work. Some days, I’ll work through lunch in order to get stories written or to make phone calls to sources. As a reporter, I have a flexible schedule. I can show up to the office whenever I want to (within reason) so I’m usually there any time between 9:30 and 10:30 a.m. When I leave the office differs from day to day depending on if I have to stay late to go to a community event or meeting. My editor comes into the office late and leaves late, so I always feel awkward leaving the office before 5 p.m. (even if I arrived early) just because he would still be there.

But, today, I forced myself to leave “early” to go to a yoga class. My physical therapist told me that it may help with my back and I had gone to one yoga session back in the fall and enjoyed it, so I decided I should go again. And really, even though I left the office at 4:45 p.m., seeing that I worked on the weekend, I don’t feel so bad. I took the time out of my day, to do something for myself, and I am fine with that.

Now, I just need to work on my warrior pose and the crocodile, er, or, I don’t know the names of all the moves quite yet… Yoga next week? I think so!

The pursuit of happiness

When I was in grade school and had to answer the “What do you want to be when you grow up?” question, I always wrote “artist” or “teacher.” Sometimes, I’d switch it up and write “art teacher.” By the end of middle school, I began to become indecisive and doubtful. Am I creative enough to be an artist? Can I handle kids scratching their finger nails on the chalk board? Since I didn’t know what I “wanted to be when I grow up,” my response became, “I want to be happy.”

But what does happiness really mean?

The answer is not included in this post — sorry! But, I have been reading “The Geography of Bliss” by Eric Weiner (a journalist) on his travels around the world, trying to seek out happiness and figure out what it means. He met many people from the downtrodden ones in the “most miserable country” of Moldova to individuals who never found fault in anything in Thailand. I have about 35 pages left but the following excerpt has stuck with me so far:

Perhaps it is not the belief in God that makes us happier but belief in something, anything. How else to explain the fact that the happiest countries in the world — Denmark, Iceland, Switzerland, the Netherlands — are hardly religious at all? The citizens of these countries, though, clearly believe in something.

For me, it’s the people that surround me, that I believe in. Those people (and I am sure some of you are reading this!) are the ones that keep me being happy. What about you?